The Ice Princess Wants To Be Melted Mga Nobela at Kwento

“We both know that a lot of people are curious about the princess, about how I look. Some people want to meet me, while others want to know me, but not all of them mean well. There are those who would do anything to hurt me. And if they can’t get to me directly, they’ll use another way. They’ll use Janice.” I gripped the edge of my dress so tightly that the fabric wrinkled in my fist. My knuckles turned pale, my nails digging into my palm as if I could anchor myself against the storm of thoughts swirling in my head. I could almost taste the bitterness in my throat, the weight of every fear choking me. I can't let anything bad happen to my dear friend.

He started violently shaking the railing of my bed in an attempt to force me into handing over the batteries. "Hurry up and give me the batteries! I need to turn on the AC! I'm the Holy Son of Frost! Can you bear the responsibility if I overheat and melt?" I steadied the violently shaking bed and shoved him away. I shot back coolly, "Stop making a scene. I let it slide before because I didn't want to argue with you. This dorm belongs to all of us. Why should I put up with your unreasonable demands? Holy Son of Frost? Only able to stay in temperatures below 50°F?

" I froze where I stood, the blood in my veins turning to ice. Then, Caden’s voice broke the silence, sounding hoarse and drained, yet with a clarity that was chilling. "Okay." A single word. That solitary response was enough to pierce my heart like a blade of frost. Nevertheless, it pierced straight through my heart like a blade of ice. I stood there completely numb. So this was the truth. The solidarity Caden had displayed earlier, and my own proud defense of my status as his wife were nothing more than illusions. He wasn't protecting our relationship. He was negotiating a transaction by using money to purchase my peace.

"I'm a princess! I don't have to." "Princesses have to be clean. It's in the handbook." "What's a handbook?" Misty began walking down the hall, carrying the squirming bundle of little girl. "It's like the Princess Rulebook. Elsa and Anna are always clean, aren't they?" Maddie screwed up her face in thought, and Misty prayed she hadn't misremembered the movie. "Yeah,' Maddie admitted slowly. "Don't you want to be a princess like Elsa?" Maddie shrieked a fresh giggle. "I wanna be a reindeer like Sven!"

“Careful. They say the Ice King doesn’t melt. Not for anyone.” Bella forced a smile, but her thoughts betrayed her. That morning, she had seen the flicker in his eyes. Just for a second. Enough to make her wonder what secrets Alexander Moreau was hiding behind that icy façade. Enough to make her wonder if she could be the one woman to thaw him.

“The real story. Not the file.” I stared at the ceiling. Firelight danced across the beams. “She was nineteen when she met Sergei Kovalev. He was already powerful. Ruthless. She was the daughter of a minor pakhan. Beautiful. Defiant. They called her the Ice Princess because she never cried. Not even when he beat her.” Valerio’s arm tightened around me.

She was the ice princess consumed with her duties and hand no time for the commoner’s issues. Clara smiled and sat up. “Finally a breakthrough” Stephanie smiled. “Thank you for your care” she placed a hand on Stephanie’s lap and she placed a hand on Kieran’s cheek. The ice princess’s eyes went wide as she was tossed towards the door. “What the fuck Clara!” Kieran yelled and was on his feet, but Clara cupped his face and he was looking into her glowing green eyes. “Just let yourself be sucked in” Tresicta pulled him closer. “Don’t fight….”

she coldly told him without glancing at Benjamin. Benjamin was amazed by her voice. It's too cold, but he loves it. "But I want to help you, Miss Ice," h playfully said. The lady looked at him. His heart was pumping like crazy. He can't breathe. "What do you call me? I'm not Miss Ice, Mister," she replied. Benjamin thinks the lady in front of him hypnotizes him. "But I want to call you like that; I love how cold your eyes are," he happily answers. The lady was shocked by his honesty.

“I like you already.” Fantastic. Can we be best friends now? “Well,” he continued, “let me get straight to the point.” Please do before I fall asleep, I thought, bored out of my mind already. “I don’t know if you’ve heard of my daughter’s reputation as the Ice Princess.” He chuckled. “She’s rejected every man who’s sought her hand in marriage. Princes, doctors, even a governor’s son—but she turned them all away.” “Could be something’s wrong with her,” I muttered before I could stop myself.

Omar had been explicit about his hatred towards my kind, but part of me hoped he would see through that judgmental fog and become the kind, caring Omar I met. "Beatrice, more ice." Persephone extended her ruby-engraved chalice, waving in a gentle upward motion. I clench my jaw at my new Ice machine status. She used me as her cooling device, forcing me to use my power at every frivolous opportunity. "Yes, your majesty." I pause my palm-leaf fanning momentarily to wave a hand over her glass, forming little clumps of ice.